Poetry
This is the general category of fuckery that goes on and on and doesn’t seem interested in stopping.
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So all you do is you look at your thought
And you tell it to fuck off
But before you do that
You pretend you’re your own therapist and psycho analyse it until it cries
Take every thought
And kick it through the proverbial window and out into the front yard
Not the backyard that’s how spirits get in
Don’t even let it in the vacinity
Get electric grass
Invent electric grass and then get it
So when your thought lands in the yard it dies from electrocution
It’s smart grass it only electrocutes thoughts
Thoughts are like dick picks
You aren’t paying attention and then
Woah there’s a huge one what the fuck is that thing doing there
Am I suggesting we throw dick picks onto electric grass?
Why, sure, this is imaginary land because we’re talking about brains so why the fuck not?
Just look at your thought dead in the eye
Learn it like you learn a person from their face
Ask where it came from and then throat punch directly in its face
That’s right, its face
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What do I really think?
Could I even dare to say
When all it does is hurt
And make people go away
They never want to hear
What’s really in my heart
Better keep it here
Locked secret in the dark
So many tiny things
Just slipped by and ignored
In search of all the options
Just sometimes I get bored
I see them all repeating
Their today’s same thoughts
Do they hear the echoing?
Of their thinking yesterday?
Or is it like a tunnel
They don’t know which way
Best to keep it secret
Best to keep them safe
Let the thoughts just settle
Lest any of them chafe
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Trying not to let the lonely set in
Feel it claw through my chest underneath my skin
It only lasts for a little while
I’d give anything to see a smile
And it’s no good because I’m not ready
House disheveled heart not steady
Trying just to sing again
Who do you love? Well, you, and then
Take a breath I’m all alone
Please find me and bring me home
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In the moonlight I danced
Sway and sway
Antares tricked me again again
I wish to see your light aways away
See where he hit you in the light of day
So far away you spin and spin
I can’t wait to see you again
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Just when I think I’ve found the answer
But I’m not like these people either
I’m not like other people
I’m not like other girls on steroids
But
Why isn’t anyone drawn to me?
They seem drawn to each other
Are they all magnets and I’m not?
Just positives and negatives meeting negatives and positives
Or North and South
The point is
Am I not?
Why am I so different from everyone else what is wrong with me
I
Wish people were drawn to me
Like one of them
Or him
In the game of rich man poor man
I always seem to be the great pauper
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Dear you where are you now and what are you doing?
Waiting for a chance to finally see you
Stuck in real life where you don’t exist
Wishing for just one chance to see your precious face
If this were a dream you’d be with me
But reality bleeds in
You’re somewhere out of reach
Dreams wearing thin
I’m trying to reach out to you
But you never hold out your hand
I’m here searching for nothing
In this dreary land